looking for a blank page, a quiet breeze, and a sturdy tree somewhere i’ve never been

August 14, 2004

sooooo first I was going to do an amusing entry about my upcoming leave of absence using that song from “Sound of Music” “So long, farwell”.
Then (after watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics half on NBC and half on the Canadian station) I was going to denounce the American world view.
I was going to tell you all about teaching Matt the cha-cha, and my 28inch armidillo.
Talk about Pat’s last week at Spectrum, or how I realized I only have 7 days of work left, not 10.
Perhaps even talk about “Angels in America” (a MUST read)
But yea, now I don’t want to. People are stupid, and I feel rather apathetic at the moment. So I’ll say g’bye until next Thursday. I was going to try really hard to get online, at least to read emails, but now I don’t know if I will. I think I’m going to bring my journal and some paper for folding and explore the quiet parts of myself that I’ve ignored for too long by talking so much to all of you.
Thanks, and I’ll see y’all soon.

“Why is it the words we write for ourselves are so much better than the words we write for others?”

"For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."
— Charles Bukowski